Death's Daughter ON HOLD

Chapter Six: Michael

Recap: Gasping, I woke up with my hair plastered around my face as I tried to calm myself down. The voices still echoed in my head, and the dream had been horrible. I was reminded of being trapped in a fire, not able to breathe. I kept choking and gasping and trying to get away but it was too hot, there was nothing I could do and the voices kept calling to me out in the mist. What in the world could it have meant?

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After my freaky dream I wasn't able to sleep, so I opted to make a late night snack. It was three AM, so maybe I should say early morning snack instead? That was when I noticed my cell phone vibrating. Three AM, and a text message? I frowned at my phone before checking it.

It was the first message I'd gotten from Gabriel since we traded numbers.

"Hey. Call me? Got a Q" I raised my eyebrow, realizing he sent the message two minutes ago.

Good timing, I thought and called him.

I was still a little groggy, but managed to listen well.

"Your last name is Dragonia, right?" I nodded, then realized he couldn't see me, but he continued as if I had said something. I should have noticed that was odd, but I didn't because of the exaustion and stress from the dream earlier.

"Yeah, I thought so. So, I found something. Interesting." He said it like he was a detective, on the case of some big mystery. Weirdo.

"Uh, okay?" I murmered, rubbing my eyes.

He sounded excited, and for some reason I didn't think to question why he was looking up my family in the first place. "It's a prophesy."

I scrunched my face up in confusion, trying to run this information through my over-tired brain. "A what?"

He must think I'm an idiot.

"Prophesy." He said the word slowly, as if I was having trouble hearing him. "You know, people wrote them some huge long time ago and said that they're going to come true blah blah blah, all that nonsense?" I nodded again, but this time was able to realize it before he continued and I was able to mouth my agreement.

"Yeah. So what's your point?" I yawned quietly.

"There's one about you." Suddenly, I was awake.

"Huh?"

He seemed to realize he'd gotten my attention, and continued on excitedly. "Yeah, it's about you. Well, I'm pretty sure it is. It's cryptic. But at the same time, it sounds exactly like you."

Curious, and a little bit worried with what had happened between my mother and father and the whole soul-snatching business, I said, "Well, what does it say? Spill."

He replied with, "No, I need to show it to you in person. You gotta read it. Maybe we can meet tomorr--- er, later today?"

I thought it over and decided I had nothing to do. The funeral wasn't for another four days and at least it would give me time to feel less miserable from her loss. "Pick me up here at 2." Was all I said, and hung up.

Smiling to myself, I was almost excited for what awaited me with this so called prophesy. Perhaps it would lead me towards finding my father, if it wasn't a hoxe that is. And if it was a hoxe, what could it hurt to learn a little bit about where my name comes from?

My snack forgotten, I returned to bed in order to prepare myself for later that day.

Seven hours later...

My alarm beeped at me, blinking a red "10:00" in an ominous way. Rolling over, I nearly fell out of my bed.

Nope, I take that back. Not nearly, I did in fact fall out of my bed. Sighing, I looked like a sad little lump, buried in blankets and some pillows that had fallen down through the night. I got up slowly, feeling like hell.